Epilogue
Felix
After a week, the visions stopped. I was jumpy as hell, but the drugs had finally worked their way out of my system.
Torren was Torren again, and he was mine.
And I’m his.
The Hellcats made my father’s death look like a murder/suicide, complete with a letter from Robert detailing his love affair with my father, and the guilt he felt being an accomplice to my mother’s murder.
The police bought everything because the Hellcats bought them off years ago.
Belmont’s finest in cahoots with the Hellcats? Ask me if I’m surprised.
Doctor Franklin, threatened with death by Torren and Tobias, came clean about everything, telling investigators all about the Agent BZ and confirming my father’s plot. He’s in jail, but he’s being protected by the Hellcats in exchange for secrecy.
Tobias says he has plans for Doctor Franklin after he’s released.
Cue more ominous music.
It was…such sweet revenge. My father’s sexuality was plastered all over the media—his worst nightmare.
Torren took me back to his place and told me I live here.
I guess it’s our place, now.
I still work at Maggie’s, and the media has finally stopped asking me to do an interview about my harrowing experience.
Maybe I’ll write a book someday.
But not now. All I want is to be official with Torren. The friends bullshit is long gone.
Which brings me to the present moment.
Torren holds the leash tethered to my collar, leading me on my hands and knees to the private cabins. We find our favorite, number 9, and I crawl in with Torren close behind.
He shuts the door and turns to me. I’m upright, on my knees, waiting for his next command.
We alternate the Dom/sub roles, because Torren has realized he’s very vers.
And loves when I’m bossy.
But tonight, he’s the bossy one.
I’m so excited.
Torren looks at me with a sternness that I know is an act, but it turns me on nonetheless. He saunters over, cocky and domineering, and pinches my chin with his fingers.
He tilts up my head. “Who do you belong to, slut?”
God, I love his dirty talk. “You, sir.”
He hums his approval. “I want you on all fours, with your arms pressed against the floor. Ass up, head down.”
I scurry into position, and Torren spreads my cheeks. “Such a pretty hole.”
“It’s yours, sir.”
“Is it now? What should I do with this pretty, pink little hole?” he asks.
“Use it, sir. Use me for your pleasure. Shoot your load in my ass like the cum whore I am.”
A low moan escapes his mouth. He snarls and spits on my asshole. It feels so good. He spits again and rubs his finger over the rim.
“Head against the floor. Hands behind your back.”
I obey, resting my forehead against the cool ground, and he cuffs my hands behind my back. He gives the cuffs a good tug. “Who does this ass belong to?”
“You, sir.”
He gives it a good smack. “Who?”
“You, sir!”
He trails his tongue along my crease, eliciting a soft whimper from me. “That’s more like it.”
His boots circle me, coming to my head, and he lifts me up by the shoulders.
I sit on my legs and watch as he unzips his pants and releases his massive cock. “You want it?”
I can barely speak. “Yes,” I rasp out.
“That’s not how you answer.”
“Yes, sir!”
He bends down, his face right in front of mine. “You’re mine.” His kiss is fierce, his tongue invading my mouth as he stakes his claim. He rises once more and slaps my face with his cock. A bead of precum stains my cheek, and I’d do anything to lick it off.
“You want it?”
“Yes!”
He approaches, his cock making his way to my mouth, then backs away. He’s teasing me, and I love it. Torren approaches again, his dick almost on my lips, then backs away.
“So eager…”
“I am. Please, sir. Please choke me with it.”
“Mmm.” He gives my face a soft slap, the latex cracking my skin and echoing off the walls. His dick finally enters my mouth, and I suck him to the back of my throat. Torren hums at the sight of a string of saliva hanging between his cock and my mouth when he pulls it out. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
He carefully lowers me back down, resting my forehead against the floor. I can hear him pumping the lube from the dispenser, and I wait there, ass up and face down,
He slowly inserts a finger into my ass and curls his finger down, massaging my prostate.
“Please, sir. Please!”
“So impatient.”
He lines his cock to my ass. It breaches the first ring of muscle, and I cry out. It burns, and I wish I could bite my hand or something.
Ballgag next time.
I soon adjust, and Torren slides in and stops, letting my asshole adjust to his girth. “Now, sir. Fuck me, please. Hard.”
He does. He fucks me so hard, a deep guttural moan leaves my mouth as he crushes my hole with his amazing cock. I holler, thanking him for using me so well.
“More. Harder. Please!”
I can hear him panting behind me, and I turn my head to the floor-length mirror to see him pounding into me.
His eyes meet mine in the mirror, and he unzips the pocket of his latex shorts and reveals one of our new toys. “Fuck,” I whisper.
“Mmhmm,” he responds.
He slowly slides his dick out of my ass, lathers the toy with a travel-sized tube of lube from his pocket, then turns it on. It slips in easily, landing right on my prostate, pulsing it with a steady vibration. “Oh, fuck!”
“That’s it, baby. Let it milk the cum out. Shoot your load for me, Felix.”
He fucks me with the vibrator, rubbing it against that spot. My eyes roll back, and my legs start to shake. I look at him in the mirror and see him stroking his cock. Oh, my fucking God, it’s so hot.
“I’m gonna come, Torren! I’m gonna come!”
“Do it, baby. Fucking come for me!”
He pumps my ass faster, and I start babbling nonsense.
“I’m gonna come, too, Felix.”
“Oh, God! Oh!” Thick ropes of cum shoot from my cock, but I make sure to keep my eyes on Torren to see him shoot his load all over his chest. His eyes roll back, and his entire body convulses.
We’re both panting, chests heaving, as we come down from the high. My body falls flat on the floor, my muscles no longer working, and I watch Torren remove the key from his pocket and unlock the cuffs.
My wrists burn, but in the best way possible. He scoops me up into his arms and lays me on the examination table, before hopping on as well to spoon me.
“Wanna sleep in the VIP suite tonight?” he asks.
“Absolutely.”
He pulls me close, and I crane my neck to kiss him. “I love you, babe. So, so much.”
“I love you, too, stud.”
We kiss again, and soon, he carries me up to the VIP suite, and we kiss some more.
Something tells me we’ll be kissing for a long time.
The End